Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Monthly Dues by Natasha Chebet Mutai

The dark days have come!
When I dread to walk around,
In school I can’t keep up,
Those days make me sick!

The red liquid keeps flowing,
Why can’t I just stop it?
Surging pain in my abdomen,
Every single limb in me aches,
Yet I have to work and read!

Mama struggles for me,
Leather she borrows for my sake,
I sit on the damp soil till dawn,
Mama pities me, she cries for me,
And I along with her, will relief ever get here?

In school the students mock me,
I’m embarrassed, I’m ashamed,
This is too much - why me?
No tampon for me, no sanitary towel,
Nothing to shield me, to hide my shame! No one to protect me!

My heart aches for that day,
When I can dance through my cycle,
When checking becomes a vocabulary,
When the period of shame becomes the period of pride,

When my heart falls in line with natures phenomena!!!!!!

1 comment:


Tis i no SGR like the kid uhuru yah...just keep on talking while nyatts keeps on working...gotta run to my disease ridden nyanza shithole. opening my mouth similar to afore mentioned widening of the brown stuff's bowl... orengo why you wear a 5 mill suit as your people remain destitute.